Her fingers brushed my cheek like we were still lovers, and I felt my morning coffee lurch in my gut.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked with faux concern, eyes wide, voice soft. A performance.
“Just a stomach bug,” I replied with a smile that felt like pulling teeth.
“Maybe I can make you feel better when I get back,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss me as her hand slid down to my crotch. Her fingers curled around me like she still had the right.
If my dick could have shrivelled up and retracted into my spine, it would’ve.
I placed my hands on her upper arms and pushed her back—gently, but firmly.
“I wouldn’t want you catching whatever I’ve got, sweetheart.”
I smiled again, this one sharper. “You go and enjoy Scotland.”
Right on cue, Lawrence—my new driver, the one I hired the minute I found out she’d been fucking Henson—appeared and lifted her luggage into the car.
“It’s work. I won’t be having any fun,” she said with a light laugh.
“Of course,” I said coolly, walking her to the car like a dutiful husband.
Inside, I was already planning how best to burn the bed sheets. To scorch every last trace of her from my home. Even if it meant going against Conrad’s advice.
While she was in Edinburgh getting railed by Steven, our divorce would be finalised. And the final nail in her coffin? Unedited footage—moaning, exposed, face and cunt on full display.
I smiled and waved at her like the devoted husband she thought I still was.
The first genuine smile I’d worn since that letter landed on my desk.
I suspected it came from one of her old fucks. Some forgotten cock she used and tossed aside.
Whoever he was, I owed him thanks.
He handed me the blade. All I had to do was twist it.
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The meeting was winding down when my phone lit up with a call from Connie. My housekeeper knew better than to disturb me during business hours—unless it was urgent.
I stood, buttoning my jacket.
“Excuse me,” I said to the room, already stepping out as I answered. “Connie?”
“Sir,” she said quickly, voice tight.
“Is she back?” I asked, frowning as I walked down the corridor toward my office.
“Uh… well—”
“Spit it out, Connie. She’s still got two days left in Edinburgh.”
Connie was one of the few staff members who knew what was happening behind closed doors. She’d kept quiet, professional, even as I coordinated the quiet destruction of my wife’s double life. I had more footage of Eris fucking her boss than I knew what to do with. And that was just the beginning. It had cost me a fortune—PIs, bribes, surveillance. Worth every penny.
“No, sir. Not Mrs. Voss,” Connie said, her voice dropping. “Miss Everly just arrived.”
I stopped walking.
“What?” I growled, already turning back toward my office, pace quickening.
